Chapter 33 #2
I swallow against the belt and try to pretend he didn’t just turn me on even more with his feminist awareness. There’s a knot in my throat that has nothing to do with the belt, and I mentally repeat my new mantra that I cannot fall in love with this man.
“I find your-take-no-shit demeanor incredibly sexy, by the way,” he says as he rips the condom open with his teeth and rolls it onto his cock with one hand, the other still holding the belt tight to my throat.
I’m convinced I’ve somehow fallen into an alternate dimension.
Ash steps between my legs and presses his crown to my entrance. I arch toward him, and he lifts one of my legs, urging me to wrap them around him. He presses in just enough to be sure he’s lined up.
“During sex, however,” he says as he braces one hand next to my chest and tugs on the belt with the other, “I’ve learned you like to be dominated.”
Ash shoves into me to the hilt in one hard thrust. The cry that erupts up my throat is mercifully stifled as his hand on the desk moves to clamp down on my mouth just in time. Then he’s over me, driving into me hard and fast, and all I can do is grip his steely biceps and hold on tight.
“You like being used,” he says close to my ear. “You like being fucked. It turns you on when I throw you down and take charge of your body.”
Images of our first night together flash through my mind, and my eyes roll back in my head. True to his word, Ash didn’t push me too hard that night, but he was dominant, even aggressive at times, and he hadn’t been shy about giving me orders.
I’d loved every second of it.
I can’t say anything with his hand over my mouth, but I also can’t deny the truth of his words, even if I could speak. The upward curve of his cock hits just the right spot inside me in this position, and my vision goes fuzzy from both the pleasure and from his utter domination of me.
He grunts above me, and I feel the desk rock with each of his thrusts. I tighten my legs around his waist, and he groans. His hand is still on the belt around my neck, and he holds it like a leash, not pulling it, but just reminding me it’s there, reminding me he owns me, body and mind.
“Do you like the way I fuck you, baby?” he rasps near my ear, and the only answer I manage is a whimper of pleasure.
There’s a knock at the door, and both of us freeze.
“Gray? Are you there?” a voice calls.
It’s Melinda, my department head.
My brain races to decide if it’s better to call out and tell her I’m busy or to just stay silent. No, silence is best. There are few excuses you can give a department head for not opening the door to them.
Ash looks down at me in question, his hand still over my mouth, but I shake my head. He grins and starts moving again, taking long, slow strokes. My eyes widen at his audacity, but he only lets out a low, unrepentant groan and begins to fuck me faster.
Melinda hasn’t said anything else, but I’m not sure she’s gone. I’m convinced she’s listening at the door, and if so, she must hear my heart hammering in my chest, because I’m sure it’s audible across campus.
Ash takes his hands off my mouth and the belt just long enough to pull my legs up so my ankles rest on his bare shoulders, then he covers my mouth and grabs the belt again.
He presses me forward so I’m nearly sandwiched in half, trapped beneath his body.
I whimper against his hand as the new position hits a spot inside me that’s even more sensitive than the last.
“Have I earned my A yet?” he whispers in a sultry voice.
I shake my head.
He chuckles softly. “You’re a tough grader, teach,” he says. “I’ll have to put that in my review for you on .”
I let out a sound of protest, and he chuckles again.
“You want to know the last thing I’ve learned?” he asks, and I nod.
“I’ve learned my pretty little professor likes to be praised,” he says, “so be a good girl now and fucking come all over my cock.”
He drives in, then grunts as my pussy dutifully clamps around him. I close my eyes, but he stops when I do.
“Open your eyes, Gray,” he orders, giving the belt a quick jerk. “You keep your eyes on me when I fuck you. Do you understand?”
My eyes pop open as the belt tightens around my neck. He starts to move faster again, and I’m held captive by the intensity of his gaze as he pistons into me.
“That’s it, baby. That beautiful little cunt of yours takes my cock so well.
One of these days I’m going to rip this condom off and fucking fill you up so I’m dripping out of you.
I want to sit in the back of your class and watch you teach while my cum runs down your thighs as you talk about nonverbal communication and multimodal messaging. ”
I nearly choke at that. It makes my eyes water, and tears trail down the side of my head. He’s been doing his homework on Communication.
Ash doesn’t stop moving, and I think I’ll die if he does now. I have one hand wrapped around the back of his neck, and the other still digs into his bicep as he thrusts into me. I’m vaguely aware I should be getting ready for class, but I can’t worry about that now. I just need to come.
I cry out into Ash’s hand as my second orgasm explodes through me.
He swears softly and lets go of both my mouth and the belt so he can brace his hands on the desk.
He thrusts into me three more times before he comes as well, tensing above me as his face contorts in pleasure before his body relaxes.
We’re both covered in a fine sheen of sweat, and I’ll have to make a trip to the restroom to wipe myself off before class, but I can’t bring myself to care. Hopefully I still have my emergency deodorant in one of my desk drawers.
Ash takes my ankles down from his shoulders, but I don’t get a chance to say anything before his lips are on mine. He kisses me deeply, and I’m very aware of his cock still inside me.
He finally pulls back and loops some strands of sweaty hair behind my ear. “Mmm. I missed you while I was gone,” he says.
My heart flipflops, and the urge to immediately say I missed him too overwhelms me. The words race up my throat, but I clamp my mouth shut before they can escape.
“I…I have to get to class,” I whisper instead, still half afraid Melinda is outside the door. Please God, don’t let her still be outside the door.
“Do I get an A?” Ash asks, not moving.
I groan. “Yes, you get an A,” I whisper. “Now let me up.”
He kisses me soundly again, and I nearly forget about my class. Finally, he pulls out of me and unloops the belt from around my neck. I slide off the desk to fix my clothes.
“Are you okay?” he asks as he runs a hand down my arm and kisses the top of my head.
“I need my panties,” I say by way of answer and hold out my hand.
He grins. “Sorry, I’m holding onto these.”
I make an indignant noise. “I can’t go to class without panties on!”
“You’re going to have to,” he says shoving them further into his pocket. He pulls the condom off, ties it closed, and tosses it in my trash.
I close my eyes. I need to get some paper towels to wrap that in so I can take it with me and drop it in a dumpster far, far away from the scene of my crime.
That’s all I need is for a colleague, or worse, a student to find a used condom in my trashcan.
That would be fun to explain to the university ethics board.
“Fine,” I say, realizing the futility of arguing with him. “But you need to go now. I have to clean up before I go to class.”
He tucks his cock back into his pants and zips them up, then re-loops and fastens his belt. He grabs me by the waist and pulls me to him.
“We’ll be playing a different game when you come over later,” he says with a grin. “You’re going to be the nerdy student who has to tutor the star athlete.”
I raise a brow.
“I’ll put you on your knees, and we’ll see how much of my cock you can swallow,” he says.
Just the thought has my pussy clenching again.
“I’ll be a good student after you let me come down your throat,” he promises.
I’m trying to think of a response to that when it occurs to me I can’t see him tonight.
“I can’t come over. I have a stack of outlines and a study proposal to read.”
He sighs with disappointment. “That’s probably for the best. I really should rest tonight anyway. If you came over, I’d just spend all night fucking you, and then I’d be useless at practice tomorrow.”
“You had a good road trip, at least,” I say. “Two out of three wins.”
He shrugs. “Not bad. I had two goals, but I can still be better.”
I nod. “It’s progress. One step at a time.”
I pull out of his arms, and I’m about to push him toward the door when I realize he’s still bare-chested. I retrieve the t-shirt and hoodie off the chair he tossed them on and wait for him to pull them over his head. I open the door and peek out. By some miracle, the hall is empty.
“What are you doing Saturday night?” he asks. “The team is attending a fundraiser gala for the aquarium, and I want you to come. It’s black tie. I can get a ticket for Celena too. It’s about time I meet her.”
“I can go,” I say. “I think Celena is free as well. I’ll ask her and text you. You’re right. It’s past time for the two of you to meet.”
He smiles and leans in to try to kiss me again, but I urge him out the door. Ash plants himself in the threshold and grins down at me.
“I’ll see you again soon,” he says. “Until then, try not to think about the way I just fucked you on your desk while you’re standing in front of all your students without your panties on.”
He flips his hood up and saunters down the hall as I stare after him, my mouth hanging open.
It’s going to be a long fucking class.